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WINTER 09..
There is a distant rumbling of thunder,
on this late august night;
Seems to be getting dark early,
Summer has taken an early flight;
The sound of rubber on tarmac,
speeding past my half lit room;
This bed so big and empty,
I can still smell your perfume;
The whirling of the pump;
pushing water around the pipes,
Central Heating reminds me.
I am alone on this cold night;
Could it be,its my own fault?
Could it be i don't care enough?
I always wonder what you are doing....
MY GOD! "This is getting tough"!
I thought this was our time?
Now the hard work had all been done;
Is it that i have become to complacent?
Or have you grew, and just moved on?
The thunder is becoming louder;
The storm has began to break.
My winter has come early,
it feels like a massive earthquake.............
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WINTER 09..
WINTER 09..